غزل شمارهٔ 1972

Lover, open your two eyes and behold in yourself four streams—a stream of water, a stream of wine, streams of milk and honey.

Lover, look into yourself, do not be a laughingstock of men, so that So-and-so says this, and So-and-so says that.

I am the slave of that all-seeing rose which is indifferent whether So-and-so calls it thorn, or So-and-so calls it jasmine.

Then open your eyes henceforward, walk not with the eyes of men, that So-and-so says you are a Guebre and So-and-so a man of true religion.

God of his generosity gave you the eye of vision, to whose languidness the pinion of Gabriel prostrates.

Bandage not the narcissus-eye, and take not the vulture-eye; bandage not the first eye, and look not with the squint-eye.

Lovers of form have fallen into form, like the fly which falls from honey into a vat of whey.

Rejoice, you who play at love with the eternal Almighty; with such wings, why should you sorrow over water and clay?

If you desire that Gabriel should become your slave, be gone; prostrate before Adam at once, accursed d¯ıv!

If the blood-drinking desert had knowledge of my Kaaba, on all sides a rose bower would appear, on all sides springwater.

You who continue to regard the evil and good of people, how is it you have become content with that? May the Lord help you!

Since heaven itself had not the strength to bear God’s trust, how is it that Shams-i Tabr¯ız¯ı has diffused it in the earth?